Flash Fiction / Prologue

After reading a variety of inspiring fiction writers this summer—Thisbe Nissen, Jhumpa Lahiri, Denis Johnson, Karen Russell—I felt the need to write some of my own.

I am in the process of creating a somewhat-longer fiction piece (well, longer for ME, anyway), and I’m expecting this is either an entry point that will be cut later or a sort-of prologue/present tense marker. I would love to hear your feedback.

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[WHAT BALLOONS ARE MADE OF]

The story begins and ends on a porch.

The man stands there, his feet weighing out the lifespan of the creaking boards, and finishes off three partially-filled balloons from a small helium tank. Red, white and blue. Ties the three bodies to strings, strings to the porch railing. He lets them drift quietly on the low-breeze afternoon. There are white carnations nearby.

At the sixth minute, a pin. The man pops one, pauses, and pops another. The third. Liberty. Freedom. . . Pride.

The look on his face is unreadable, scrutinizing. His jaw line squares out as he observes the worm-like objects hanging from their white strings.

Very slowly, his left hand, scarred along the back from too many years in construction, leans in and out of his pocket, producing a thin pink balloon, one like all the others from the 52-count set—52 card pick-up—placed in the kitchen drawer next to the knives and defunct barbecue utensils. He takes a deep breath.

He only places enough helium in the balloon to allow it to waver on air, hesitantly, as if it might sink, as if it were too weak or too young to fend for itself. He ties it to a string.

Only three minutes go by before the pin enters its surface, the man’s lower lip trembling, his darkly-tanned face streaked with tears. Pop. He leans hard over the rail.

It took them six minutes, he thinks. They were three minutes too late.

The man turns and goes back inside, the creaking door and the hanging balloons the only sign he had been out-of-doors.

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About mckenzielynntozan

McKenzie Lynn Tozan lives and writes in Indiana, where she works as a virtual assistant, editor, and freelance writer via her self-started business, MLT Creative. She received her MFA in Poetry from Western Michigan University, where she worked as the Layout and Design Editor for New Issues Poetry and Prose and as an Assistant Poetry Editor for Third Coast. She previously completed her B.S. in Secondary English Education and B.A. in English, with a Concentration in Writing, at Indiana University South Bend, where she worked as the Managing Editor for 42 Miles Press. Her poems have appeared in Rogue Agent, Whale Road Review, the James Franco Review, Emerge Literary Journal, Encore Magazine, Thank You for Swallowing, The Spooklet, Sleet Magazine, and Analecta, among others; and her book reviews and essays have appeared on The Rumpus and Motherly. When not writing, she enjoys art and music, and the simple mathematics of being a wife of one, a mama of two, and a cat-mom of three. For more, visit www.mckenzielynntozan.com. View all posts by mckenzielynntozan

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